lee jihoon's sickness would be deemed fictional, since i'm a loser and no real sickness can fit his hah. i'm such a loser i h9 myself—
this should've had a trigger warning from the start. lol. triggering content ahead. please don't make a move on if you can't handle it.
chapter brought to you by procrastination and bottled up opinions about things that matter, that don't and the things we choose that will.
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INTERLUDE.
SANTA AND HE.
I.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS! HO HO HO!"
"Kailangan ko ba talagang gawin 'to?"
"Mmm. Required kasi," sagot ni Seokmin tsaka inabot sa kanya ang kanyang sweater. "Sige na hyung, taon-taon na nating ginagawa 'to hindi ka pa ba nasasanay?"
"That's the point. Taon-taon na 'tong ginagawa. Pointless. No wishes were ever granted."
Jihoon knew that well. Ilang beses na siyang nagwish gaya ng sinasabi nilang gawin niya, noon. Nagwiwish siya noon. Pero nang mapansin niyang walang ni-isang bagay na winish niya ang nagkatotoo, huminto na siya. Jihoon's growing but he's not growing any dumber. He knew well now, better than when he was just a little naive boy on a hospital bed who believes in everything. Who believes all will be well if you wish hard enough, if you pray hard enough, if you think positive hard enough.
Alam na niyang hindi gan'on ang paraan ang mundo. It's harsh, cruel and cold.
And maybe that's also what Jihoon turned into.
He heard Seokmin sigh from his side. Mukhang napupuno na rin ang pinsan sa katigasan ng ulo niya. Seokmin is a patient guy, but even he has his limits Jihoon can send him past of.
"Sige na hyung . . . ilang minuto lang naman e."
Nakaukit sa mukha ni Seokmin ang iritang hindi niya lubos na naitago mula sa kanya. Jihoon doesn't see that often, but even despite his lack of sympathy for anything else, he knew he'd have to respond well to Seokmin.
Jihoon sighed. "Fine let's go."
"Handa ka na ba anak?" tanong ng mama niyang nakangiti sa kanya mula sa pintuan. "Nandito na si Santa!" saad ng ina na para bang nakikipag-usap sa isang anim na taong gulang na Jihoon.
